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midnight
I been screwed up
On the inside
I been screwed
I been screwed
Young boy glow up
Feeling like 24 or something
I might roll up
Burn bright can't tell

Doing numbers
Doing numbers
As I roll up the herb
I think back on all of the fuck shit that has occurred
The money the hard work
The women and their

1,2,3 start whiling
1,2,3 start dialing tell the boys in blue about it
We move up out it, catch us out in a new apartment
Medusa saw me, turn to stone

it to get it so get back in line
Two by Two no One plus One
Get on the ark before your seat is gone
Too many animals
Roll with a couple Pitbulls

Fuck one time then I’m hitting the road
Fuck a hater all love for my bro
Die for each other we live by a code
Can’t stop now Boy I’m in my mode
Waiting

built up anger and a grudge for civilians
If I say fuck my inner thoughts what makes you think I care bout you
I roll demons up in my bks you can tell by

what you drink, so please don't get mixed up
And like a new hoodie, boy you only get zipped up 
Ronny Tamm with the cam, it's the damn young Kubrick
Like

Get low and get missing
I tried to tell em what it is you'd think the kid listened
Now he trying to watch my moves see what I did different
Maserati

from the bottom did it by myself 


I ain't gotta prove myself 

That's how you lose ya self

Love the way it feel with them hands on me

Spent a ticket

Step
Now you mad
Step
That's too bad
Step
I'm high class (Step)
She like the way I
I gotta go
I'm not like many men, you outta know
You can just tell by

Fire on that shit boy
Whippin' it
Flippin' it
Dippin' it
Spinnin' it
Back on the beat like I never left
Bringing that heat in the middle

to break the tie?
Sonitslexy in this bitch, I'll fight or die
Chop it up, day by night
Turn beast the next time the sun will rise
I don't care for the hopes

Woah, woah, woah
Church, Church, Church, Church

Six fifty gallon drums
Fill them mugs up at the co-op
Make three of 'em scratch feed
The other three

women by the twos If they ask me if I'm lyin', I'll never tell
The truth Infected flow sicker than a nigga with the
Flu If we talkin' beef, nigga, I'll

still get it on, see a op jump out and hit
Bending through I be, not seen no emotional Or a nigga slipping out in the open
Oh look, he by hisself, let's

Man, everybody out here skipping steps, bro
Niggas don't know how this rap shit actually go
Lemme tell y'all
Got a new crib, got a new bitch, but I

the slopes just as fast As we can
Gotta call the homie up "where Are ya man?"
Boys by my side waiting at the lift Line
Cause the homie took a fall he Can't ski

at my mom's that was just the beginning
Niggas cant say that they was trill unless em up in it
I got this
Giving them my all tell them naw I ain't finish

I'm boutta tell you this lil story happened long ago
A youngin trapping since the 90s by the corner store
I met this junky and he introduced me

wanna tell me how to live but on the same old shit
I be hearing rumors bout me like who told you this
I'm a brand new nigga, still the same old slick

in all black like it's Goldenrod
Fuck with me you better roll out like it's Goldenrod
Welcome to Goldenrod
I'm in your bitch nigga no facade
Lit with

to ‘em
The boys from the men
With alloy on the rims
It’s apples and oranges
Pulling up in rides with
Angels on the ornaments
Taking a bow as if someone

tempt me. Right in my in's. I'm leaving em empty
Tell em right there in they face. They loosing the race. They gone get replaced
I look to the lord am I

go)

Boy, she know you a shrimp, she don't fuck with no simp
Walked in around five, put it right by her eyes
Thought I gave her Perky dick, girl,